Valiant Warrior Novels & Stories

He commanded an army that lived and breathed around him. The clash of weapons drew me forward. I followed the sound past the training field until I spotted him. Valerian had removed his formal jacket. He fought bare-chested against three warriors at once, his muscles shifting powerfully with every move. Sweat glistened on his skin as he moved with terrifying speed and precision. He caught one blade with his bare hand, twisted it from his opponent’s grip, and swept another man’s legs out from under him in the same motion. The third warrior charged, but Valerian sidestepped and drove his shoulder into the man’s chest, sending him flying backward. He fought with brutal discipline. Every strike

What if she somehow found out about his indirect involvement in it? Adolphus turned back to the scene where Lucien was still there. From the little drama he saw, no one needed to tell him that Lucien was a high level wizard and only the truly brave or crazy went after them. Was he going crazy after all? No, he had to remind himself that he is one of the bravest men in the entire kingdom and he’d do anything; absolutely anything to protect the one the he loves. As he walked to the clearing, Lucien saw him and didn’t even hesitate a bit. It was obvious that he wasn’t scared of the big bad wolf. He had just amped his powers and was ready for any battle.

I whispered sensually. Resuming his smooching, he mumbled against my skin, “Hello, Mrs. Carter.” Wow, I was officially Luna and Mrs. Carter. Hmm. Mrs. Mikayla Carter. Sounds damn good to me. We are finally able to look to the future. Then I recalled the battle and that I had passed out. “I take it that we subdued the enemy.” It sounded more like a question. "You were awesome," he complimented with a nod. "Prince Valen helped us get rid of the quinti breeds. On our way back, we saw what you were doing to save the pack." He kissed my forehead. "The warriors were impressed and honored to see you defending our people.”

The material of his clothes was stretched tight over his skin almost like it was too small for him. "You didn't even notice." I blinked and then looked down at my plate. True enough, he had switched our plates and I hadn't even noticed. "Oh." “I’m Valiant.” He held his hand out toward me. I stared at the dark ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his suit. Without realizing it, I leaned closer to get a better look. Valiant chuckled. “I’ll need to take my shirt off for you to get a better look at it.” Colour flooded my cheeks. I jerked back in my seat and picked up my fork to stuff some lettuce in my mouth.

I say firmly. “Over my body, you will be a warrior,” he said, his face inches from mine. I pushed him, annoyed at how he was behaving. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, or no, I already told you. You don’t command me. You do not owe me, and my opinion is as valid as yours. I am your mate, and you are mine”. I shouted at him. He tumbles backward, not expecting to push him this hard, landing on Leno, who holds him.

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

Not yet anyway. --- Years passed and the name Dylan Griffin became more than a whisper, wherever my name was mentioned, fear and forced respect followed. I built my empire from scratch, becoming the leader of the Dark Angels Clan warning the nickname “The Devil" over the years. My main goal is to destroy Ray Valisteen and everyone he holds dear. I turned to look at Liam who was staring at me with an unreadable expression.

Wild, thunderous, answering their Alpha’s call as the pack surged forward into the storm of claws and steel. Blood slicked the earth. Valia fought like fury incarnate. Her claws ripped through hyena hide; her breath, hot and searing, set warriors ablaze two at a time. But the beasts kept coming. Snarling, relentless and unending. The first blow landed hard. Her vision split. Still, she tore her attacker in half, entrails spilling across the dirt. “Take the dragon down!” their captain roared—a brute with a sword wound gaping across his chest. At his command, seven were-hyenas closed in.

Lira demanded, her voice sharp, breaking through the tension. The warrior's gaze met hers, and for a moment, he hesitated—just a flicker of uncertainty before he straightened his back, his shoulders stiffening. He met her eyes head-on, unflinching, and the intensity of his gaze sent a chill through her. “My name is Dain,” he said slowly, his voice steady. “And I was once the Beta of Valenwood.” The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, loud and heavy. A shocked silence settled over the camp, and it was as though the very ground beneath our feet had shifted. The name "Valenwood" had the weight of a thousand unspoken truths.

His voice was steady, controlled. I stared at him, fists clenching. Liar. "You were in on it," I said, my voice cold. "The ambush. The trap. The fact that we walked straight into their hands. And now, you sit here, acting clueless?" Valari scoffed, shifting his weight against the wall. "I'm your chief warrior, Ryan. Your commander. I have stood by your side in battle, led warriors in your name. And now, after one failed raid, you lock me up like a traitor?" He shook his head, disgust flashing across his face. "This is against my will. I have no part in whatever you think I did."